Cadence

2. Boundaries

Cadence:

Last night was rough, after Jules came round we got destroyed. We did shots upon shots, to be completely honest I lost count. She'd had a rough day at work and needed some girl time. So we danced around in my kitchen blaring drum and bass and downing drinks until we couldn't stand. Staring up at my ceiling I begin to regret drinking so much already feeling my hangover seeping in. Getting up from beneath the sheets I walk towards the bathroom and turn on the shower, whilst waiting for it to warm up I connect my phone to the Bluetooth mirror and press play on my Spotify playlist, Diet Mountain Dew by Lana del Rey sounding from the speakers. Stripping out of my pyjama shorts and top I step under the rainfall of boiling hot water, droplets scorching my skin as I sigh beginning to relax under the sensation, not before the bell of my door rings. Oh you have got to be kidding me.

Huffing I get out of the shower wrap a cotton towel around my body and stomp towards the front door. Without looking to see who's at the door I swing it open dramatically to be met with piercing blue eyes staring down at me, the eyes belong to a very chilled faced man with broad shoulders, his muscles hugging tightly to the suit he's wearing, tattoos peeking out of the collar around his neck. Pitch black hair like the midnight sky styled to perfection sits on top of his head, which annoys me and makes me want to ruffle it through my fingers. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.

"You going to stare at me all day malyshka?" A deep voice bellows from above me, owning to the man standing in my doorway.

Heat starts to creep it's way up my neck and to my cheeks. He just caught me checking him out. Shit.

Coughing to try and hide the blush that is evidently covering my face, I straighten my posture to try to make myself look taller compared to this giant of a man.

"Who are you may I ask?" I manage to say whilst staring at the man.

"Nicolas, my mother sent you a note. She didn't receive a reply. Therefore she sent me, so cutting to the point are you coming or not." He replies shortly, clearly bored of being in my presence.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Nicolas Volkov. The piece of shit that made my life in school hell. He's grown and changed a lot since the last time I saw him, I didn't even recognise him but now I know who he is it's clear to me. The same eyes as his father, and hair matching his mothers. This man, brings a new meaning to the word 'hate'. I have hated his guts since we were kids, he was the one who would steal my toys and trip me up if I was passing him in the halls.

"Yes." Is all I say through gritted teeth, before slamming the door straight into his face. I fucking hate that prick.

Returning back to my shower I stand under the water and finishing washing my body. Once again wrapping a towel around my body I enter my walk in wardrobe and pick out an outfit, I have a psychology class at 12:15 and it's now 11:35. Grabbing a pair of ripped jeans and a white blouse I put on my boots and gather all of my books for notes walk out of my house towards my black Audi R8. Starting the engine I drive out of the gates and head towards my college.

Once I arrive at my destination I walk to my class, sitting in the only seat left I lay out my things and prepare myself for whatever case study we're covering today.

Looking to my right I see my best friend Jules sitting next to Ben (our friend). Thank god they're here. Looking straight ahead I see our teacher enter Mr Gild, he's a tall man full of muscles and bald. He's wearing his signature dark grey suit as per usual.

"Today we will be covering...." Not listening to him i stare blankly out of the window watching the birds sitting in their nests in the trees. The tree branches dancing in the wind, I've always been fascinated by nature and how it works, autumn and how the leaves fall off the trees ready for the cold weather. Summer, and the flowers blossoming with light and hope for sunny days.

"Miss Hirum," I'm bought out of my day dream back to reality as my teacher snaps looking straight at me with an agitated expression on his face.

"Now that I have everybody's attention, can I continue?"

"Go ahead, I'm listening" I lean back in my seat staring at him, daring him to make anymore snidey comments.

He doesn't. He continues with his lecture and doesn't dare look in my direction for the whole one hour lesson. Once he's finished I regather my things and head for the door when a voice stops me.

"Not so fast Cadence, get back in here." Huffing i retreat back into the classroom and look at my teacher with a bored expression.

"Come on sir, I'm just trying to get through this final year and leave."

"Very well, but you can do that by listening in my lessons rather than staring outside the whole time. Next time you do I will close the blinds so you have to listen, you may leave."

Sighing I leave the room and make my way towards the canteen, even though my appetite is practically non existent walking down the columns of chairs and tables I spot Ben and Jules. Sitting at the table with them I drop my things and relax into my seat.

"Find any new birds outside C?" Ben asks trying to humour me.

"I did actually, it's called a go fuck your self, pretty bird actually" I retort. Some may say I'm a bitch but between me and my friends this is just playful banter.

Smiling he hands me an apple which I just stare at still in no mood to eat. After Mr Gild kindly ruined my mood. As well as a non particular handsome asshole from this morning.

"Come on you've got to eat." Jules nudges my arm.

"Does Mr Gild have to be such an ass? I'm rethinking my decision on taking psychology." I mutter.

"Yup, always has been one. I know just the thing for this mood of yours." Ben clasps his hands together excitedly, before reaching into his bag and pulling out a flask no doubt filled with his finest whiskey. Smiling I take it from his hands and take a big gulp. Sighing when the smooth liquor runs down my throat to my stomach.

"God I love you"

"I know you do"

Handing the flask back to him, I sit and listen to both Jules and Ben go over notes ignoring me as I sit in my seat quietly admiring how intelligent both of my friends are.

Ben is blonde as is Jules they're both in their last year same as me and cannot wait to leave this shit hole. Bens gay and has the funniest humour of all of us, Jules is gorgeous and has every single boy in this place on their knees begging for her. We've all been a trio since primary school, always been there for each-other, always will.

Getting out of my chair and stretching my arms in the air I say my goodbyes to my friends and make my way back outside to my car placing my books on the passenger seat.

Just as I'm about to pull out of my parking space my phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Yes hello, this is Mr Hound. Is this Miss Hirum?" The voice sounds from the other end of the phone, Mr Hound old business partner of my parents. Used to attend parties my parents held at our house every year.

"Yes."

"Great, I was just calling to ask if we could arrange a business meeting, I understand you're carrying on your parents business after their." He pauses calculating what to say next without sounding insensitive.

"Well, after their tragedy."

" Yes Iam, I have no knowledge of their business so a meeting would be great.  When works best for you?" I ask the man on the other end of the phone trying to sound as professional and kind as possible.

"Is this Thursday okay? Old Greasons Manor at 8 o'clock?" He asks waiting for my reply.

"Yes that should be fine see you then."

I end the call and put it into my notes to remember the details of the meeting. Two days. Two days, and I finally get to know what my parents have been managing their whole lives. It's almost exciting to finally get to know what they did to earn they major amounts of money that they did, some would say thrilling. I can't wait.

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